Hailsmith Academy

Chapter 8: Fuckboy behaviour

"Are you fucking kidding me Lewis?" Christian yelled.

"You wish, Gray. Suffer!"

I rolled my eyes as Christian and Spencer fought over a video game like a bunch of kids. The four of us were relaxing in the common room together. Allison and I were simply watching the two of them play a game on the tv, shouting obscenities at each other every two minutes. It was quite entertaining. 

I was sitting with my English book open in front of me on my lap, being completely ignored. The Merchant of Venice takes so incredibly long for me to decipher; it's annoying. Why did Shakespeare insist on talking in weirdly sexual puns all the time?

Allison started to talk to Spencer about something, so I pulled out my phone. A smile unconsciously crept across my face when I saw a text from Evans. We'd been texting a lot in the past week. We'd only had one team practice so far, and it hadn't been too bad. Since lacrosse season wasn't going to start for a while, we were taking it pretty easy. I wasn't going to let myself be fooled though. Knowing Jason, it was going to become hell soon enough.

The guy hadn't even said a word to me since I made the team. Even during practice, Evans was the one giving me instructions the entire time. The jerseys had been sent to us yesterday, and when Jason saw me pull out mine, with Hawthorne written on the back in huge white letters, he looked absolutely livid. I had to admit, I felt really satisfied at that. 

The coach was super nice actually. A hell of a lot nicer than Jason. Jason ran practice like such a tight ship, to the extent that Coach Wilkins almost did virtually nothing. However, when push came to shove, Jason did listen to him. He definitely knew what he was talking about. 

How's that new jersey treating you?

I smiled as I replied. Fits well. I like it.

Awesome. I can't wait to see you in it. 

Oh shut up.

I opened Jackie's dm after that, but there was no message. I frowned. Ever since the awkwardness last week, we hadn't spoken as much. There seemed to be this weird distance between us all of a sudden. I wanted nothing more than to get rid of it. I've never understood why people thought of sex as such a big deal. I knew I'd be ready eventually, and Jackie would never make me uncomfortable on purpose. I can't blame her for being a little off though. It's like this weird unspoken thing in our relationship had finally, well- spoken.

We watched Spencer and Christian play for another twenty minutes, and then I decided to head back to my room so I could get some actual work done.

After a cup of coffee and an hour of studying, I just about completed the designated reading Professor Harvey had given us. I still had a bunch of history homework to do, but I was not in the mood. So, I just wore my headphones and walked around campus instead. Tequila by The Vamps started to play on shuffle. Amazing song.

I walked down the familiar hallways, taking in the evening view as I made my way outside. I went a little further away from the crowd, to avoid all the stares and muttering. Nearly everyone knew who I was now. The pathetic shadow of Jason Hawthorne. A bunch of people had even come up to me and asked me annoying, intrusive questions about it. I hated it.

I was shook out of my own thoughts when I heard elated shouting, seeing a bunch of guys walking across the grass towards me. I flinched when I realized it was a few guys from the lacrosse team, with Jason walking in the midst of them. I noticed Evans by his side though. No one paid any attention to me as I walked past. I tried to smile at Evans, but he completely ignored me, laughing along with his friends and pretending like I didn't exist.